Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Bewbies!


For any of you out there that have been reading me for any length of time you realise that this blog is my version of therapy.  I vent my spleen here, share details of my life, my struggles and generally throw down my grammatically challenged thoughts.  This is a post I’ve been working on in my head for a few weeks now and really just need to commit it to black and white.  There are a couple of you out there who may know me IRL and I’m asking you now to please not share a word of this with anybody.

Two weeks ago I walked into my wife’s office and she whipped her boob out “Here, feel this.” Well, you don’t have to ask me twice; I’m never one to turn down a good groping opportunity!  However seeing the glee spread across my face she quickly followed up “No, I don’t mean like that.  Here, feel right here.”  She carefully studied my face as I felt the lump in her breast.  
“Mmmmmm….. bewwwwbbieeeezzzzzzzzzz” I manage.

“Can’t you feel that?  The lump?!”

“Sure, but you said yourself you haven’t been feeling well, that feels like a lymph node, nothing to worry about.”

“Well, I AM worried.”

“You’re always worried, make an apt with your Dr and go from there but I’m sure it’s nothing.”

We’ve had this same conversation several times in the days since.  Now to be honest, I really am fairly confident that it’s nothing; it presents as a damn near text book fibroadenoma (at least to an armchair I-like-to-play-Dr-at-home kinda guy like me).  She had a cyst removed from her back a number of years ago and I suspect this is the same sort of thing.  I’ll spare you the details but it doesn't present as most breast cancer cases do and I’ll be damned if I’m not clinging to that.  Mind you, if it was my breast I'd be reaching for the steak knife because that little fucker would have to come out and would have to come out NOW!

Her appointment is on Thursday and I’ll be out of town.  Yeah, I know.

The lump has been a pretty regular source of conversation between us.  It won’t shock any of you to learn that I make jokes about everything.  In fact the more serious the topic the greater my need to make light of it.  I’m not sure why I do it but I think it’s an effort to bring some levity to tense situations and to avoid having to work through how I really feel.  Yesterday I said a few *really* stupid things – and later apologised for them.  When she asked why I’d said them at all I honestly had no idea.  Absolutely no idea.  It wasn’t funny – wasn’t even brushing up against funny.  Stupid, borderline cruel, inane but not funny.

We've each fought a lot of stuff over our lifetimes and despite some minor challenges over the last two years we’re starting to hit our stride.  After many years together we finally got married, we’re all living together under one roof, facing the future together and making family decisions about where my next career move will take us.

We don’t need this right now.  I know, I know, nobody ever does.  The truth is that I’m mildly terrified of what this could be.  My brain tells me there’s an incredibly slim chance that this is anything other than a fibroadenoma or a cyst and I’d be happy to bet big money on that being the case.  But, the slim chance that now exists isn’t one we even had to consider as a remote possibility two weeks ago.  Two weeks ago the biggest choice we were faced with is coming up with a short-list of cities in the US to which we'd be willing to relocate.

I know the appointment on Thursday is only the beginning of what’s going to be an excruciating few weeks while we wait and wonder.  Maybe the strong, funny type isn’t what she needs right now but I don't know how to be anything else...

Peace.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Travel Etiquette


I'm a pedagogical traveller; I consider it my duty to help inform the travelling public.  After being subjected to one too many incidents this week, I was driven to write this during my flight today.  I’d like to present some basic etiquette guidelines that will help to ensure your next flight goes smoothly for you and your fellow travellers.  And in all seriousness, feel free to post questions and I'll do my best to answer them.

Security.  As you may be aware there have been radical changes with respect to pre-flight screening at airports around the world and if you’re flying into or out of North America these changes affect what you can bring on board with you.  For example, you cannot have any single container of liquids that exceeds 100mL in your carry-on baggage.  Should you arrive at the security checkpoint with something that runs counter to this (or any other) regulation you will not be allowed through.  You can dispose of the offending article or check your bag.  What you can’t do is argue with the security guys.  Yes, I’m sure that perfume IS very expensive and the bottle is brand new and yes I agree it should be considered alcohol abuse to throw out that fine single malt you brought with you, however, this is not an argument that you will EVER win.  All you’re going to do is hold up the people behind you who know what the fuck they’re doing and simply want to get groped and abused as quickly as possible so they can catch their flights.  If you’re ignorant of what you can and cannot bring through security, ask the lovely agent when you check in at the airport – they tend to be very helpful.  Your “duty-free” purchases fall into this category as well if you have a connecting flight.

Boarding.  When that glorious time arrives where we get to insert ourselves into that aluminum tube there’s a couple of things you need to understand.  They board planes by row numbers (or “seating position” depending upon your airline) and generally start at the back of the plane.  In any case your row number and/or seating priority will be printed on your boarding card.  Trying to board the flight out of order causes delays and quite frankly you’re just not that important.  Which leads me to another point – I *am* that important.  I fly enough that I’m in the top tier of my airline’s frequent flyer program and this means I get to board the plan before anybody else regardless of where I’m seated.  I’ve earned that right.  So when you get the sense that boarding will start soon and you crowed the gate so nobody else can get through you are preventing us from exercising our god given right to board first and ensure whateverthefuck we choose to bring on board gets comfortably situated in an overhead bin above our seats.  I’m sorry if by the time you get on the flight there’s no room left in those bins but suck it up buttercup.  If you fly 125,000 miles a year then you too can move to the head of the line, but until then, know your place.  We all get there at the same time so wait your turn and hopefully we can leave on schedule.

Luggage.  When your particular class of people do get invited on board and you find that the overhead bins are full or nearly full then your options are limited.  It’s perfectly acceptable to crush your bag trying to fit it into whatever space is available to you.  What isn’t ok is if you are crushing somebody else’s bag in the process – if you have hard sided luggage it is very important you consider every other bag up there to be filled with delicate china.  Suppose reorganising the existing bags will allow you to fit yours in effortlessly.  I am in complete agreement that this is the right thing to do, BUT, you must ask those people around you if they would mind if you moved their bag to free up some space.  Most people (though not all) will happily agree but some may prefer to move their own bag.  If you simply take it upon yourself to pull my bag out and put it somewhere else then there’s a decent chance you’re about to get injured.  Unless you have my expressed verbal permission:  Don’t. Ever. Touch. My. Stuff.  EVER.  If somebody refuses to allow you to move his or her bag and will not move it themselves then you need to ask the flight attendant for assistance.  THEY can do whatever the hell they want to; they are practically gods.  The pilot? She’s an actual god.  Worst case scenario there’s no room on board and the flight attendant will have your bag checked and you can pick it up from the baggage carousel with the rest of the amateurs who checked bags.  No, you cannot put it under the seat in front of me and no I will not put my own bag there. Period.

Pushing.  OK, you’re comfortably seated, waiting for push-back and the excitement is building!  We can all agree that the regulations demanding that we completely turn off *all* electronic devices is bullshit.  However, remember that demi-god that helped you with your bag?  She didn’t personally come up with these rules.  Neither are they hers to change.  Her job is to ensure that you follow them. Yes, I know, you’re important people and if you don’t buy low or sell high right this very second then world economies will crumble.  Still. Turn your goddamn phone off and stop being such a douche bag.  Arguing that your iPad or Kindle is in airplane mode and therefore doesn’t *need* to be turned off is not a winning argument.  There are no winning arguments!  Turn your shit off. Now.  One thing many people don’t understand is once that cabin door is closed there are two people on board that own your ass – the “In Charge” flight attendant and the Pilot.  They can do whateverthefuck they want to do and they’re not to be trifled with.  The In Charge can decide she likes the cut of your jib and ask you to please move up into Business Class.  She can equally decide that you’re a douche and have you removed from the flight – ultimately it’s the Pilot that would have to make that call but they’ve got each other’s backs.  The Pilot has ultimate authority over everything having to do with that aircraft and its contents but a flight attendant, with the stroke of a pen, can have you banned from any future flights on that airline (until such time as you are able to “prove” you’re no longer an asshole).  Ever known somebody who ended up on a no-fly list?  It isn't pretty.  I’ve personally seen this happen but it’s easy to avoid: don’t be an asshole.  I know travel can be stressful but that doesn’t give you the right to make it worse.

Landing.  You’ve partaken of the in-flight entertainment and beverages (careful with the wobbly pops, you get drunk fast up there and they’ve got little patience for drunken assholes) and finally you hear the landing gear descend… your destination is finally in sight.  This can be a very exciting occasion because you’ve been dreaming of this holiday all year!  Happiness in encouraged but under no circumstances are you to clap when we land. No cheering. No applause.  If you really believe that landings need to be celebrated then it suggests to me that you felt the outcome of your flight was somewhat in doubt when you boarded; what the hell are you doing flying if that’s the case?  I’m cool with you sending a silent shout-out to your deity of choice when we land to express your thanks.  But don’t make noise.  Would you boo if the plane crashed?  I’m serious, no fucking clapping.

Disembarking.  OK, we’ve landed safely (and quietly) and gosh b’golly you’re just raring to extract yourself from this aluminum tube and get on with the serious business of hitting the hotel bar.  What might surprise you is that most of us feel the same way.  Remember the little thing about how we board the plane from back to front?  We disembark in the opposite order.  That means the cool kids up front get off the plane first and those poor people seated next to the lavatory in back are going to be there for a little while.  Bursting from your seat and rushing to the front to get ahead of your fellow travellers is a big no-no.  You’re just not that important.  No, really, you’re not.  Also, because it’s going to take a while for everybody to collect their stuff and get off the plane, if you’re seated near the back you may want to consider just sitting there for a while.  Immediately jumping up and pulling all of your stuff down into the isle sounds like the most efficient thing to do but then you’re stuck standing there, uncomfortable and cramped for 5 minutes.  Chillax.  Once the folks 2 rows ahead are starting to move out, then get up, grab your things and prepare to escape.  If your bags are a few rows back or if you're struggling to collect your stuff then please don't get into the isle and hold up everybody else.  Wait until you've got all of your stuff together then make a break for it.

As stressful and bewildering as air travel can be, it beats the hell out of walking.  Do your part to try to make it a good experience for everybody.

Peace.